Well, We meet again in this strange but interesting way of dialogue. It's 430 am and I do not think I could sleep another minute! Here I thought, I could not rest any more than I did while I was at Momz house, but God does seem to have an interesting sense of humor? I do not know what I need rest from as I do not have much to do that I need rest from! Any good books that I should read? LOL Have not attempted to do any poetry writing...Waiting on God to give it...Any good subjects to write about...well I guess there is snow and frozen windshield wiper fluid and a lil porkipine in a tree that Ray graciously did not shoot! Then there are wild Turkeys running wild! And Thrift stores full of all kinds of treasures in the midst of what seems to be abandoned towns! Of course there is Mom baking cookies and preparing some of the best home cooked meals I have ever had! How cool it is to feel at home some where, not something I have a lot of experience at! Oh! then we must not forget the cold bedroom (that was absolutely great!!) with the warmest most comfortable bed with the nicest softest blankys I have ever had! And the little white church filled with chatter among people that seem to be comfortable in their shoes! The thoughts of wondering what it must of been like to live like that and grow up in an environment that breathed with a sense ease. If that does not make sense to you the reader, be very thankful! I wonder how many people do not realize how blessed they are and how blessed they were to have a place to call home. As Mom shared with me the benefits of a small town, I wondered do her kids really know how truly blessed they were! I am sure there were hard times and struggles and I am sure the kids felt like many kids feel. But there is a blessing that comes with structure, rules, and the word No. I guess I am just rambling here but what else do people do at 430 am! One thing that I know God has been showing me, is His love for me, though I do not claim to understand and still have no clue how to wrap my brain around it. God is using Mom to Mom me! LOL That does sound funny and I am not sure why He is doing this and has been doing this for ten years now and it is so totally foreign to me still, but for whatever reason God seems to want me to know what it is to be Mommed! LOL Maybe there is a poem there. We'll see. Mom, thank you for being Mom and for giving to the Lord, I am a life that was changed. (as the song goes). Well, the time stamp here is very wrong! Just to let you know!